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Whispers slowly echo in my head
Into darkness quicker they spread
shape the past into my new power
hearing warning pass by the hour
wish that you lived with as much might
entire nations slowly fill with spite
was it too much to ask to get along
over and over I hear an empty song
undo the evils of our past
lull to sleep those who last
drip into a sleep be forever’s doll
By: DepressedPoet